Singer: [Gunshot Bride]. Page 2

Where's my proof of life?
Where is your proof of life?
Funny, isn't it? We all live here,
But somehow I want to believe,
That we are only dust that will be destroyed by the rain.

My little world like a house of cards,
Before the first wind is without change,
But it's time to open the old Windows
Paint-dawn silence of the walls.

Look, the ceiling has replaced our sky.
But still, it's not so scary
After all, you draw on it the stars and the dawn.

But, looking in the Windows of the world, deprived of the warmth, covered with snow,
I go back to sleep next to a frozen moon.

Looking through old stories
Trying to find parts of himself.

You Wake up on the bus to the sound of rock ' n ' roll
Smile to all those who left a while ago.
And somewhere among them find a friend
And I'll tell you: "Come home!".

Overdose of caffeine, thread alien misery,
Electrodes in the brain put you in flight,
Where snide memory for three-dimensional screen
Having waited for the moment when the brain flare,
Show your entire life over eight long minutes.